Friday, 26 June 2015
Chapter one (segment seven), 2016, August, Ryu
“Mom, something bad happened in Tokyo. It...” Ryu felt uncertain how much he dared involve his parents. What can I tell her. She'll call dad if I say too much.
His mother must have sensed that something was awry because she put a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Friend in trouble and you can't tell me all about it?”
Ryu nodded gratefully. You're the best. “He needs me.” Ryu averted his eyes and stared at the sliding doors to their room. On the other side lay a corridor feeding the entrance and outdoors cars passed by, the sound of their engines muted by two walls.
No matter how much he loved his parents this wasn't the kind of problem high school students were supposed to have. He couldn't possibly tell his mother that Urufu had been involved in the death of another person, even if indirectly.
“Is it that bad?” The grip on his shoulder tightened. Ryu had to look back.
“Yes,” he admitted. He didn't know what else to say.
“One day we'll talk about this. Promise?”
“Promise.” She would hold him to that.
“For now you're needed elsewhere. I'll change your ticket and call father. Good friends deserve good friends. Go and be one!”
Ryu just nodded back. She really was the best.